Momentum (Ball : Part II)
Night School [Hiatus]"My god, some of you seem tired! Didn't sleep well last night?"
All students fumbled uncomfortably in their seats. Someone stifled a giggle.
"I heard there was a great stir in the lake last night. I just hope that you hadn't been bothered.", more nervous laughter. With a difficult expression to decipher, the principal put his glasses on." I'm sure most of you are already imagining yourselfs on your beloved partners tonight , but we have a class ahead" , he said opening his textbook ,"So, I thought today we could talk about the secret loves. "Silentium Amoris" was written by Oscar Wilde, you may know better his humorous writings, but this poem has a simple and direct way, a beautiful love story.", in its strong and melodious voice, Namjoon read the first two stanzas. Without any interest in that sweet prose, Jungkook was distracted almost immediately, starting to draw a bird in his notebook. Was about to decorate the wings with elaborate doodles when he heard his name. Caught off guard, he straightened his back. They were all looking at him. "Sorry ...?" , he asked, blushing.
"Good morning." , the principal's harsh tone spawned a profusion of muffled giggles. "I asked you if you wouldn't mind reading the third stanza.", at Namjoon's words , Jungkook started to stand grabbing his manual and fliping it to the right page, cleared his throat and began to read the first stanza hastily and then more slowly as the words pierced through his mind , making sense to his dizzy mind.
«But surely my eyes showed you
Because I keep quiet and not my lute;
Perhaps it would be better if we separate and stay far way from each other,
You looking for some lips sweeter melody,
And I give myself to the barren memory
Kisses that were not given and the songs that were not
Sung. »
Without knowing why, Jungkook felt overwhelmed by a wave of sadness. For a moment, he thought he was going to cry, but then made an effort to master the emotion. What the hell is wrong with me?
"What is your interpretation of this poem, Jungkook?" , horrified to realize that Namjoon still had him under his sight, Jungkook tried to think of an answer. When he spoke, his voice was almost a whisper:
"He is afraid to reveal his feelings to someone and it saddens him that the other person does not come to know that he loves him."
"And why would he afraid to reveal his feelings to that person?" , asked Namjoon.
"Because he might not feel the same." , somehow, the fact that it was Taehyung answering the question didn't surprise Jungkook at all. He sat down and continued scribble small interlocking circles around the bird."So, he thinks it is best not to get to know if it is even the case."
"It should be noted that, possibly, this poem tells us a story of two men, but, for our discussion, we can approach it according to a more conventional parameter. And now question yourself: why would he think that it is better to keep a secret his love?", Namjoon asked, casually walking around the room and eventually leaning on an empty desk. "He may feel the same, but if he doesn't ask he will never come to know."
"He's afraid of being hurt.", Jungkook whispered, adding a circle. Discreetly, the principal's eyes went from him to Taehyung.
"This would be a good explanation" , Namjoon said. "And now, the purpose of being hurt, I want to show you another poem, in a quite different vein, authored by an american writer - Dorothy Parker ..."
The rest of the class seemed to last an eternity. Barely came to an end, Jungkook rose from his desk and headed for the door holding his gaze on the ground, determined not to make eye contact with anyone. Especially with Taehyung.
Was the first to climb to the first floor, with his feet stepping on the stairs loudly as he was climbing rapidly, counting under his breath:
... Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three ...
Already in the sanctuary of his room, he closed the door and stood there leaning to observe the orderly familiarity that division. What has happened just now? Was Taehyung trying to tell me that he likes me? Or do I have it wrong? Was Jin right?
He was so tired that it seemed a bad idea to put himself thinking about serious issues in that state. Moreover, the bed where he hadn't slept the night before seemed to call him. Dropping his bag to the floor, puting his alarm for six o'clock and closed the window, thereby eliminating the blinding sunlight. He paused only a moment to shake the shoes off his feet, and then layed dress. It felt to him beautifully good to be alone , and the freshness of the darkness, he thought again about Taehyung before forgetting everything and fell asleep.
When Jungkook arrived at Yoongi's room at half past six, Hansol and Yoongi had already extended the suits on the bed. Jungkook was feeling much better - more normal, more confidant, more capable of facing his fears. Somehow, sleep helped him calm down.
Whatever happened the next day, that night he would have fun. He would simply enjoy the ball. The night before happened what happened. And then? He had been through a lot worse situations.
Before coming to Cimmeria he never cared about what others thought about it and now that it wasn't going to start doing it.
"You know I think I'm going to die if I wear a suit .." , Jungkook said as he sat himself on Yoongi's bed , the latter was inspecting his wardrobe. Hansol , who was busy taking whatever dirt he had under his nails also nodded his head.
"Yeah i kind of agree with Jungkook , Yoongi. Don't you have 'fresh' but fancy clothes for us?" , Jungkook snorted while glancing on the other , his eyes focused on an particular spot on the ceiling.
"Would you like some sugar for your tea as well ? I'm not your servant Hansol , but in fact i do have a plan." , Yoongi's voice trailed as he searched depper in the darkness of his closet. Both Jungkook and Hansol holded their chest , clearly terrified by Yoongi's sudden scream.
"How is this-", Jungkook pointed to his shorts and white shirt and his bow tie, "- 'fresh' but fancy ?", his tone of voice was harsh ad arrogant but he couldn't blame himself , only Yoongi , how was in perfect basketball shorts with leggings under neath and an oversized white causal shirt with his hair under his black beanie. He dares to look at Hansol and the elder wasn't much worse , black skinny jeans hugging his legs and an oversized black t-shirt , which Jungkook had to be honest was quite cute.
The three continued to argue even when they were out of Yoongi's room , precisely at eight , and down the hall, their vocies mixed with the rest of the students from the same wing. they were too busy with their own thoughts and nervousness that when they reached the bottom floor , their eyes scanned the crowd for their beloved partners. It didn't take much time for Yoongi to dissapear with a big wide grin to meet his beloved boyfriend; Jungkook would facepalm if he could at the way those two fit each other- Jimin , a basketball maniac just like Yoongi (maybe he had told more than intended the night before) , was wearing a red sleevless jersey with the number '1' on the front and 'rose' on the back. Jimin's too badass for 'balls' anyway.
His eyes caught the most important person for the night , for Jungkook that is , as the dreamy prince charming walked his way towards Jungkook , his eyes adoring Jungkook but his lips told him otherwise.
Yeah go ahead and throw stones at me. (You thought I was going to quote 'We are bulletproof' but NAH)
Sorry for the delated, more than delated , update! I've been too focused on my other fics that i apologize for ignoring this fic completely!
Anyway about the outfits , guys you'll have to imagine it but i'll give you a sort of hint: Jimin's outfit is from the photobook NOW AND Hansol's outfit is from the 'Open the door' practice video , Yoongi's and Jungkook's outfit you'll have to simply imagine it because it was made up ok? ok then bye~
(Sorry for typos and grammar mistakes (i swear these two things are the same but who cares you just want the next chapter isn't it?)
07/01/14 - Guys i'm having problems with updating this fic 'cuz of the weather . Thanks for the waiting
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